My Maid Encounters – Part 1

I am picking the one freshest in my mind.

I was all of 30 years old, recently married and having a decent lifestyle. With opportunities coming in thick and fast, I jumped to a great job in Delhi. I was at that time stationed in Bangalore. After the usual arrangements of keeping one house in Bangalore, to house my wife and my mother-in-law at Bangalore, and the promise of bringing my wife to Delhi within a year, I set off for Delhi.

After much searching and help from some people from Delhi, I narrowed my search down to an apartment in Gurgaon. Initially, the landlord was not too happy for a single guy to move in, but my position and the company I was working for, helped change his mind. Reluctantly he agreed.

Next came the setting up of my house. With help from my friends, and a promise to allow my house to be used for parties in return, I had a whole lot of friends and wife’s helping me out. Soon the bedroom was done, the living room had decent furniture and the only thing lacking was the kitchen set-up.

A few knocks on the neighbor’s door and the word spread. The next day, I was out and one of my friend’s wife came home and dealt with the maid and confirmed at a decent salary. She was a bangladeshi maid.

Early morning, at around 7 am, a ring of bell and i went up to the door, with a bed mop hair and opened to see a mature, older and rather unpleasant looking fat maid at the door.Well, such is fate, or was it? Later on, in the office, there was much mirth and leg pulling for me. Apparently, the guys had the last laugh and the wife of my ” friend” chose the ugliest woman so that I don’t get naughty. So nice of them to look after my marriage!

She was a decent cook and cleaned and swabbed every day, made by breakfast and cooked my dinner, put it into the fridge and viola! I was taken care of.

Life went on, mundane and boring as normal. Met a babe in office, receptionist, and we’d hook up every now and then. She had a boyfriend, but would enjoy the boss’s company (mine) and get a few favours done by me.

6 month’s later, the maid was going on a one month leave. Could she ask her daughter in law to replace her?

I gave a sleepy nod,” s’long she cooks good “, was all I could muster after a late night binge.

So on that fateful Sunday, in comes my maid, with her daughter-in-law in tow. Slim thing, young, dusky, around 5’4” and a ready smile. Lovely eyes too with a nice name- Rakhee. I saw no harm in that and accepted her in, as a waft of fresh air after this rather stoic lady who was cooking for me.

It all started on that day, when the receptionist colleague of mine had stayed back and when Rakhee came that morning. She had a key to the house, though my bedroom keys were with me. So all in all it was safe. However, she walked in, and started working, and me and my colleague were sleeping, fully dressed and under a blanket. I don’t really hug and sleep and besides this was just an arrangement.

Rakhee gave one glace to us and continued working. We slowly got up, freshened up and rakhee got us two cups of tea. As she went off to the kitchen, my colleague turned around and asked” hey- she is quite a piece…done anything to her..yet?”

I pondered and said ” she is? ..never considered her..maybe, I’ll give it a shot..dunno ..she being married and all”

My colleague laughed and said ” oh, don’t be naive..give it a shot” and then she left.

The next day, when Rakhee got me the tea in bed, she asked “ Where is Madam- she wasn’t your wife?”

I said “ No, baba no! Just a friend. “ and looked at her face to see if she was shocked. There was no reaction other than a smile. I pursued further- “ Keep it yourself Rakhee..don’t want any complications with my wife or people around”

She laughed and said “ Of course not! I know guys cannot stay without doing such things…we wives should not leave them alone. But men will be men.” I was relived and excited. Things seem to be moving in the right direction.

With that she left. Next day was a Sunday and i cancelled all plans, telling my friends that i am going to do a special cleaning for the house. When Rakhee came, I asked her when does she finish work?

“By 4 pm..then I go home and relax.”.

“ Allright then Rakhee, lets clean up the house properly today. 4 pm? “

Rakhee smiled and said “ 5 Pm..i’ll go home and take a bath and dress up and come. Evening, I don’t look like this.”

I was tempted to offer her to take a shower in my house itself, but didn’t want to scare her off.

So by 5 pm, I had slipped into my jeans and t-shirt and was all fresh and ready. 4:45 there was a knock on the door and Rakhee stepped in. Well, she had added a few highlights to herself- kajal in hers eyes, hint of a lipstick, long earrings and a nice salwar kameez. She looked nice..my eyes wandered to her breasts..not large ..but certainly not flat.

I feigned surprise and said” Rakhee!! You look so different and nice, but we are supposed to be working today, won’t it spoil everything”

“Its ok..i always dress up after 4…some tea?”

I nodded. And waited on my sofa. After a few minutes, she got the tea for me and herself and handed it over to me. She sat down on the floor. I Looked at her and said” Don’t be silly..sit on the sofa, such a nice dress. Now you are looking like a memsahib.”

She giggled and blushed but obliged and sat a little away from me. As we started drinking tea, I probed about her life. Husband in security, lives far away from the city, comes every time he has an off..but rarely and they are ok.

Children…no, she giggled..to early. As she warmed up to my conversation, I picked up the same topic again “ I hope you are ok, seeing that girl in my bed? Didn’t mean to shock you” With a peal of laughter she said” all guys need it..i know that. You can’t stay without it”

He then asked” you pay her” ..I said” well not so much in money, just help her with buying things”

Rakhee said” Thats good enough..everyone is happy that way.” Then I sprung my line” Rakhee, I see many girls working here in bachelor’s places..they have no problems?’

She looked a little puzzled ” problems?”

“Well you know the guys may ask for favours.” She said” oh That- yes some do, and it depends on the girls…some say yes some say no.”

I said” I was looking for someone to massage me..you talk to all of them..do you know anyone who will be willing? “ I had cast my bait..i waited breathlessly for her reply.

“ Oh, your friend is not enough” with a smile. I said” well once two months is not enough, though she used to come frequently enough but never stayed back. But well, Rakhee didn’t know that..hopefully.

“Hmm..i don’t know…I’ll ask around” she said hesitantly. I interjected” of course I’ll pay monthly”

“How much? “ .

“Around 2000 and buy stuff for her..you know”.

She looked down at her empty cup and took my cup and went into the kitchen. I waited for her response. Nothing. After she washed the cups she came back, I patted the seat next to me. She came and sat on the edge quietly.

“ So Rakhee, tell me..you’ll speak to someone or…?” I left the question mid-way. She looked up and said “or?”

I said” Well..you could also do the massage. Then you get the money..over what you are getting now”.

This time she kept looking down and kept quiet for sometime. I asked” you like me, right?” She nodded. “ Let me think over, please” I knew it was now or never.

I got up and said” I am going into my bedroom, you could come in or start cleaning the house..i’ll know your decision”

Saying that I walked off to my room…my heart was palpitating and my the stirring in my loins was pronounced. I relaxed on the bed and waited, switching on the TV to the fashion TV channel..a poor substitute for sexy atmosphere, but I didn’t want to scare her off.

5 mins later she came to the door and smiled…” I’m turning the lights off “ I smiled and my heart was slamming against my chest. She turned the latch locked the door and switched off the light, keeping a low filter of light from the bathroom. Though it was daytime, with my heavy curtains it was rather dark inside.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, as she came closer and I pulled her to me. Holding her slim waist I pressed my head against her stomach. I could hear her heart beating like a drum. By cock started climbing and pushing against my jeans. I had not worn an underwear, and now it was getting painful. Her fingers laced through my hair and I stayed like that for another few minutes, feeling her boobs against my head.

Then slowly I looked up, and looked from between her boobs. Her eyes were shining. Then my hands started wandering, first it went up tracing her bra line and her back over her kammez and then down to her small buttocks..nice and firm..i squeezed them hard outwards so that her cunt lips would part inside her..she took a quick breath and a slight groan…i was ecstatic..as i slowly grabbed the back of her thighs with my hands and went lower with my hands.

Then I moved them back up this time under her kameez and brought it onto her salwaar and upto her buttocks again and ten started squeezing and parting them . Oh the suppleness was amazing..they would bounce back as soon as you let go…her moans were louder and she was enjoying herself..

I now moved my hand in the front and reached inside and pulled out the salwaar string and deftly loosened it. She said nothing..with all that out of the way i pulled her salwaar down. And my hands were on her naked flesh..her thighs ..smooth..a luxuriant..this time when I reached for her buttocks i came across her panties..squeezed her buttocks again for sometime and pulled her onto the bed.

She came in willingly and sat down on the bed. I now pulled at her kammez and she herself took it off. Black bra..holding two perky looking boobs and a grey panty…i was already in throes. I took my t-shirt off and launched myself on her..and pressed her against my bed with all my might. She gasped under my weight and my hands started exploring all of her upper body…as my lips mashed themselves against hers.

My hands grabbed her breasts over her bra and they sprung out due to my violent action…she slid her hand behind herself and undid her bra. Guess she was worried that i might tear it apart.

As slid my mouth off her lips and went down to her neck..she pleaded “ slowly..slowly..i am all yours ..please..easy”. But easy wasn’t my plan that day. I cupped her breasts and kneaded one and suckled on the other..her nipples growing hard as she relaxed and my suckling sound became loud. With my right hand , I took her hand and thrust it between my legs…she deftly undid mu jeans and pulled down my zip. My Charlie sprang out in attention..at last free..

With a moan, she grabbed it…i groaned and began wiggling out of my jeans..a little circus happened but, finally the jeans was on the floor. Her hand pumping my cock, my mouth on right breast and my right hand on her boobs…squeezing and grasping..and my left hand on her buttocks..oh it was a unholy mix of hands and legs, trying to get the maximum out of each other. Her moans were driving me crazy..so i pulled at her waist band and slid her panty off. It came of like peeling of a banana peel.

As my hand closed on her pussy..she let out a low grunt and said “oh Ma’..that was permission enough for me to slide my fingers in. Her pussy was wet and lips open..as my fingers slid in and i started a rough pistoning…first just two fingers and then three and then she started whimpering in the pleasure and pain..i kept thrusting them in and out…her hand on my cock had slowed down to just holding, since she was lost in pleasure.

Finally, I slowed down and looked up. Her eyes were brimming with tears but her mouth was in a pleasured trance. Her hand began sliding up and down again as I moved up to kiss her on her lips..this time she sucked on my lips like a madwoman.

Her hand was pushing my cock into pussy…i had no condom on, and that was little fearful But, the situation was beyond me and the cock slid in gratefully into the darkness of her pussy. She gave a small yelp and moan. I sat up with my hands on her boobs..and started pumping. Her whole body was moving as i plunged in deeper and deeper. Her eyes were closed as she moaned in rhythm with my pistoning…i was cumming and i could feel the whole build up…She was also trembling..but I was in no mood for being accommodative..i exploded in her with a grunt.

My semen would be flooding her insides and she could feel me slowing down and a smile was coming on her face as the pain of her frayed pussy lips and inside was slowly getting my healing semen.. I collapsed on her as she hug me..asking me “ did you like it”

I loved the slave approach to me as if my feelings were more important than hers. But who am I to deny it. I mumbled something and slowly relaxed as my cock slipped out and she gave a final jerk. Then she hugged me and i lay on top of her, till I got my senses and then rolled off her. She quietly got up, held her kammez to herself coyly hiding her boobs and pussy and went into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, I was still in heaven, she came back with toilet roll and water in a mug and started cleaning my cock. Pulled my skin back and cleaned it tenderly…her husband had taught her well.

She had put on her kameez and bra. She sat next to me and asked if I was sleepy. I nodded. To which she said, she’ll clean up and go. I sleepily said ok. And slept of to the tinkering of pots and pans and lost myself.

It was nine o clock in the night when i woke up..house clean, my cock clean and i was relaxed.

The next day and onwards..well that’s another story….

My Maid Encounters – Part 1